Panic Prone

Gave in again The bastard Can't keep refusing rights So he'll loan the cash But the sin Is on the hands of you (you) So, to care or plead silence Weak hands are calling There's close enough And there's too far It won't change an empty stare But I can't seem to end These images Hauntingly looks like Hell So, to care or plead silence Weak hands are calling To care or plead silence Weak hands are calling Come, enter the foreign Face, all that's shameful Cheat, may the past find Out, separating To care or plead silence Weak hands are calling To end this catastrophic scene Awake and breathe in To care or (to care or) To care or (to care or)